After hanging up, Batman stood there in a daze, unable to make sense of Schiller's nonsense.
He glanced at Pied Piper, whom he had thrown into prison, thought for a moment, and decided to finish his paper first.
Over the past few days, Schiller's relentless pressure had forced him into good study habits. At the very least, he could finish today's work today and revise the paper due today before the day was over.
Bruce returned to school and spent another afternoon in the library, correcting every mistake in his previous paper. He also reorganized the chain of logic and cut out all the parts unrelated to the topic. This time, he was confident he could pass in one go.
So, just after seven in the evening, Bruce returned to the office building. He had barely raised his hand to knock when the office door opened.
Schiller was walking out with a stack of documents. When he saw Bruce, surprise crossed his face. He looked Bruce over from head to toe, then let his gaze settle on the paper in Bruce's hand.
Bruce was about to speak when Schiller said, "Leave it on my desk. I'll look at it tomorrow morning."
With that, he turned to leave. Bruce stopped him and said, "Professor, are you busy right now? I have a few questions..."
"If you have questions, go read." Without even turning around, Schiller said, "Have you finished the Jungian theory I told you to read? If not, hurry up and do it. You haven't even figured out the basic theory, so where are all these questions coming from?"
Then he strode away, leaving Bruce alone in the corridor. The windows at both ends were open, and as the cold wind swept through, Bruce learned what it meant to be